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the feminine urge to write letters tied with perfect silk bows and to embroider lace atop every envelope, to press flowers between pages of books and to carefully put them beneath each wax seal. to keep a journal full of old notes and photographs; pieces of cloth holding precious memories🤍

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atop the lacy white, there stands a marble palace. and in that palace lives a maiden in white who carries the grief of a thousand widowed ghosts🪰

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my religion is women dancing together under canopies of trees🧚🏾‍♀️

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even as i lay in my grave, soft soil covering my rotting limbs, a mist will roam in my body. a mist that whispers and breathes with each turn around each crevice- i love you i love you i love you…

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1999), dir. Michael Hoffman

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Masaaki Sasamoto

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night sky with exit wounds- ocean voung🕯️

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the otherworldly play

when the moon was full, sending soft rays of light towards the earth.

the otherworldy play came to swirl into the minds of children who sat inside tents lit with the light of paper lanterns; blossoming overhead

widows in white marched across the water of the dead lakes, inside their minds.

and a ghost held seven hearts, yet no sword in sight.

the moon hung with thin string, beads of mist rolled off the ends of stars.

one of them loved another, who lived near the other end of this dust bound universe.

thus, it fell from the sky, in the hopes that he would catch his lover’s sight.

in the darkness there came a sound.

fluttering

fluttering

fluttering

This time, it wasn’t a city burning. but the wings of an angel draping themselves across the sky.

ah the sky,

not blue, not black, but somewhere in between.

similar to the way i hang between memories of you.

a fountain leaks blood; the blood of a poet who sat in his attic and admired the moon.

until lonliness swallowed him whole, leaving his blood to run free, through the divine crevices of your body.

the walls of the tent peeled away, because the moon had went away (to grieve the loss of his beloved).

and just like a dead corpse shedding its flesh to the flowers.

the tent crippled away, into the furious light of day.

leaving the child, blinking away.

he screams, for the light has hurt his eyes.

he can no longer bear to see the world beyond.

thus, he desperately grasps at shards of red ribbon and covers the delicate grey of his eyes.

but the sun still burns the flesh clung to his frame.

there is no more lace left to cover himself with.

and so, his heart trembles inside his ribcage, sending shudders of gold ash through the open window.

and with each shudder he finds himself disappearing.

melting

melting

melting

into the morning song of the pond.

where shapeshifters bathe in the hopes that they will one day be free of the heaviness that binds them, into these mortal forms.

now the golden ashes of a boy who once sang in fields, stick to dark waters.

and all at once, the world catches fire.

because another star fell from the sky today, it had heard of the poet who died, because he grew to be too alone.

and so he thought his pain would vanish too, if he only jumped towards the end of the world.

but he did not say goodbye, to all the lovers who hung onto strings of light, wrapped in the embrace of the sun, forever loving one another.

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to fall in love with life again?

As my soul leaves this Earth for eternity,

I will look around and feel the beauty of a star seep into me.

Just as they expand to the brim of brightness as they die, I shall do the same.

My eyes will speak of nebulae far into the milky way and my hair will weave itself into constellations in the night sky.

The universe will dance within me.

My bones engulfed with red dust, a full moon in my midst.

Is this what it is like to live?

To feel one’s flesh envelope with warmth of stars.

To touch water and feel each ripple to the core of one’s heart.

To fly above a lacy white hill, and to plummet down to the ground again?

Oh lord, is this what it means to be alive?

To feel one’s soul uplift at each kind word.

To dream of rose petal kisses and candle bright smiles.

To swim upstream and find a moss covered land.

Oh lord, is this what it means to fall in love with life again?

To feel the purge of taste on one’s tongue.

To wrap a shawl around one’s frame and to feel a sudden hope,

As you admire a cloud floating by.

Oh, to wake up and smile at the sunlight streaming through curtains.

To know that one isn’t alone.

A distant light in a black sea.

Is that what life is like?

Am I doing alright?

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Moth powder

Weary limbs,

Carrying themselves across a day, where time stretched on forever.

And just like a moth; beating it’s wings in desperation, wanting to feel the warmth of light.

I too, try to fly over towards you.

But my wings catch firelight, and the soft blue is caught in violent strangles of red, igniting away.

Then I am nothing but moth powder, floating along the sun rays.

The grayness in the light catches your eye, ‘’how odd’’, you think.

Moving your finger through the air.

And that is the closest I will ever get to feeling your gentle touch.

That is the closest I could ever get to you.

The air soon clears; no more grayness in sight.

Any hint of me gone.

Thus, you forget that you ever saw something odd.

You forget that you ever saw me.

Now my ashes float far apart, with nothing to keep them company.

When they see a sudden twinkle or another colour in the sky, They cry out-

‘’Stay

Please remain here

The weight of this emptiness is far too heavy

Please just stay here, even for a short while

You don’t even have to say anything

Simply stay, and I will live through this’’

But it is like they are deaf to my despair.

Am I not loud enough?

Is my loneliness not evident enough for you?

Or has cruelty knotted itself so tightly around you that you can no longer bear to provide warmth to another heart?

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A woman who was a part of everything

As the mist falls back,

And the moon peeks out of a swirl of clouds.

I howl with a grief I have carried with me.

I howl, because I feel the grief of a woman far older than myself.

The smoke binds me down to the dirt, a terrible stench surrounds me.

I choke as I fall back; helpless.

My eyes take in the vast sky, stars taunting me from above.

Somewhere in the haze, I feel myself slip into a rage.

The rage of a woman scorned; a madness unknown to mankind.

The smoke retreats itself from my frame and the stench seems far away.

I stand with a new purpose.

And as the wolves of the forest surround me, I release my hair from it’s braid.

The wolves heard my howls.

They know my pain, I was a part of them.

They bow; their heads bent low; in unison.

And soon I find myself running with them.

The moonlight above, nothing could ever stop us.

To be made of flesh and bone was humility, but in that moment I felt infinite.

As I ran, stretching away into a wild mess, feet in a rapid rhythm.

A smile formed on my lips, ‘’ This is where you belong’’, my spirit whispered.

This time, there was nothing to suffocate me; holding me back.

This time  I was ready to be a part of everything.

Each flower, flame, crevice and stream would remember me.

Because I was the woman who was a part of everything.

The moon in the night sky, whispers his little song for me.

And the rays of sunlight shed their glory in my name.

Each leaf is ingrained with the fingertips.

Each morning, the mist softens the forest ground and calls for me to lie down.

Each night the lakes in the forest sway alone, hoping I was dancing with them.

Droplets of water hang onto blades of grass, holding onto memories of me.

And the spirits of those who know what it feels to be alone, cry for me, in their own little crevices.

The Autumn leaves flutter down in the hopes that they fall into my open palm and each drop of rain settles inside the sea, waiting for me to submerge myself in them.

I am no God.

But a mere woman; A woman who is a part of everything.

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Fragments of Sappho (Psapfo)🧚🏾‍♀️

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If there is one thing i were to name,

One thing that revolves around me, pearls of smoke binding me, petals of a dying flower draping themselves across my mind.

Something which constantly calls my name and stuffs my heart until I am gushing out in rivers of red…

Then it is thoughts of you.

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a perfect first date<3

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i’ve realised that as i grow older, i grow lonelier. I remember that every summer there was a certain happiness that engulfed me. I was constantly laughing and screaming, existing in the most eloquent and wild way. but now, i feel rather empty and i miss laughing like that but i don’t know how to bring it back. I don’t know how to bring back the child that once lived within me. I don’t even remember when she died, all i know is that she did. and my heart screams for her everyday, calling for her to come back. But i think she is too far away to hear me. I think i’m too late. I can never bring back what i have lost. and the worst part is that i’ll have to learn to live this way; i’ll have to learn to live this life without the wild laughter, without the twinkling eyes of a girl whose spirit caught firelight everynight, and burned with the fiercest fires. The fires that all men feared. Now, that girls stands cold, without the warmth of the fire wrapping her body, and all of the world’s eyes are on her, waiting for her to crumble away, into the black earth.

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me after i fall into a state of melancholia for a few days and afterwards I can’t even remember why i felt like that in the first place because now i feel perfectly fine.

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you know those mornings when you wake up and fall in love with life again? Everything is the same yet the sun streaming through the window makes you smile and the blankets are softer than ever. The weight that had taken place on top of your heart has been removed and you’re looking around in awe and you think to yourself, “ is this what it’s like to truly live?”